• The Midnight Bike Rider


    I weep no more
    The pain only felt in thought of my years
    My inner soul brought to tears.

    Now the days confuse into years,
    Once again the thought of love beats upon my heart.

    The Thought of love…

    “Oh great loving thou art!”

    Bring this heart to settle
    One more time to my beating heart.
    To let the demons of this battle retreat.

    And sets the sun in long night’s repeat,

    As faster I ride…

    “Oh great is thou loving heart,
    How great thou art!”

    When for now the soul is lost.
    As is the world once known,
    When soon comes Satan’s reap.

    Again in demon’s repeat,
    My soul in long night’s retreat.

    This heart of mine no more
    As though the clouds splash against the soul fled shore.
    And the heart makes all things unsure
    For when I wake I think of her.

    And think of the loves never had
    When through the heart the mind goes mad,
    And in the madness all things are made sad.

    “How great thou art
    my loving heart for thee.”

    Yet in the madness
    So casts a light against the dark sadness,
    When in the tears there sheds a love.

    A love of moon and sun
    Of every loving hearts run.
    As so we set free our sorrow,

    And bring on this wondrous morrow…

    “Again in love of thee,
    I pray upon my knees.”

    When tomorrow comes let it be the light.
    My heart in loves of every night.
    Of lovers met under the moon’s silver sight.

    As so is sewn this prayer I write…

    “Oh great is thou loving heart
    How great thou art
    My loving heart for thee.
    Again in love of thee,
    I pray upon each knee.”

    When so it ends this battle,
    Battles of the will in me.
    As now the stars shine in their set.

    When day now wakes from loves never met.
    As now I rest this bodied soul,
    And rest this madness of sweet love and sorrow

    When the world begins it’s many troubles
    And cries are heard among the post war rubbles.

    When in the next night I’ll set out again.
    To search for when the heart’s beating began,
    For such prayers can be made under the moon on high

    As my soul takes flight upon the midnight sky.